In Your Casket

Hit 'em in the head of them, run up the ladder
I done grab 'em by the pants, pull his ass right down
Need to be reminded, yeah you hot right now
Cause my shit had came out yet
Reminded, reminded, uh-huh, reminded, uh-huh
You better watch it, they ain't tellin' you to watch it
Cause I'm standin' here with a pistol in my pocket
I'm gonna pop off, I'ma pop off, I'ma pop off
I'm poppin', no problem, my partner, told me to pop 'em
But I told 'em, I'd rather not pop 'em
You already got enough niggas on they head
He gon' be dead fast, so the nigga can shake our hand
And I ain't tellin' that to your punk ass for you to get mad
Try to jump bad and run up on my man
At the wrong time, I ain't had my medicine
They helped me bang with a kid, look at that there
I told you man, mama said a hard head make a soft ass (Uh-uh)

One day your body gonna rot, you gon' slip through their hands
It's gon' happen so fast, when it happen
Your punk ass won't even know that you blasted
I hope you got your casket
What color you want for your casket?
What kind of clothes you wanna have on
When you're layin' with your head foldin', in your casket?
In your casket, in your casket, oh

Talkin' 'bout ain't important, what's important is the point
I'm tryin' to point out, I don't even
Know why the fuck I'm helpin' dude out
He ain't on my side, so really I should pay the bullshit no mind
Fuck 'em, let 'em die
Everybody gotta die sometime, and me talkin' 'bout it
Ain't windin' the clock down, the countdown is three, two
Almost, damn, that's a shame
Let's take a moment of silence for the folk we lost to the game
And the one that's on their way, I swear
I can't understand it, like a bag with no handles
How you gon' handle some boys comin' at you
With them hands on them handles?
They tryin' to put the nails in your panels
And they knocked all your shit off the mantle
Whole house in shambles, even went in your bath thomb
Tore up that hundred thousand gold-plated toilet stool
Them boys probably doo-dooed, you's a motherfuckin' fool
You don't know what the fuck you doin', or do you? Do you?

One day your
One day your body gonna rot, you gon' slip through their hands
It's gon' happen so fast, when it happen
Your punk ass won't even know that you blasted
I hope you got your casket
What color you want for your casket?
What kind of clothes you wanna have on
When you're layin' with your head foldin', in your casket?
In your casket, in your casket, oh